Tiger Rag
Lonnie Donegan Lyrics


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Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Hold that tiger! Hold that tiger ! Hold that tiger!
Choke him, poke him, kick him and soak him!
Where's that tiger? Where's that tiger?
Where oh where can he be?
Low or highbrow, they all cry now
"Please play that Tiger Rag for me"

Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Hold that tiger! Hold that tiger ! Hold that tiger!
Choke him, poke him, kick him and soak him!
Where's that tiger? Where's that tiger?
Where oh where can he be?




Low or highbrow, they all cry now
"Please play that Tiger Rag for me"

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lonnie Donegan's song "Tiger Rag" revolve around the search for a tiger and the desire to hear the popular tune "Tiger Rag" played. The repeated question of "Where's that tiger?" and the call to "Hold that tiger!" suggest a sense of urgency and excitement to see or capture the elusive animal. The lyrics continue with suggestions of forceful tactics to control the tiger such as choking, poking, kicking, and soaking it.


However, the focus soon shifts to the popularity of the song "Tiger Rag" among all types of people, regardless of social status or level of sophistication. The line "Low or highbrow, they all cry now 'Please play that Tiger Rag for me'" highlights the universality of the song's appeal. It has become a classic and beloved tune that spans across all boundaries, prompting people everywhere to request it be played.


Line by Line Meaning

Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Where could the tiger be?


Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Where could the tiger be?


Hold that tiger! Hold that tiger ! Hold that tiger!
Capture the tiger and hold it tight!


Choke him, poke him, kick him and soak him!
Do whatever it takes to keep the tiger restrained!


Where's that tiger? Where's that tiger?
Still wondering where the tiger is...


Where oh where can he be?
Trying to figure out the location of the tiger.


Low or highbrow, they all cry now
Regardless of social status, everyone wants...


"Please play that Tiger Rag for me"
"To hear that popular song called Tiger Rag."


Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Trying to locate the tiger once again...


Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
The search for the elusive tiger continues...


Hold that tiger! Hold that tiger ! Hold that tiger!
Still trying to keep the tiger under control...


Choke him, poke him, kick him and soak him!
Persistently restraining the tiger...


Where's that tiger? Where's that tiger?
The search for the tiger is ongoing...


Where oh where can he be?
The location of the tiger remains a mystery...


Low or highbrow, they all cry now
People from all walks of life are clamoring for...


"Please play that Tiger Rag for me"
"The opportunity to hear the popular tune Tiger Rag."




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Antonio Sbarro, Edwin Edwards, Henry Ragas, Larry Shields, Sidney Bechet

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Mike Hannon


on Wabash Cannonball

If you want the donegan lyrics from the recording this link has provided instead of the johnny cash ones they are as fallows;

Wabash Cannonball
by Lonnie Donegan

She came down from Birmingham, one cold December day
As she rolled into the station, you could hear the people say
That train from Indiana, she's long and she's tall...
That’s a combination called the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she comes down the mountains through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobos call
He’s racing through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball

From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and flowing mountains to the old mill by the moor
She's long and handsome, and quite well known by all...
That’s a combination called the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she comes down the mountains through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobos call
He’s racing through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball

Well here's to that old engineer his name will ever stand
And always be remembered in the courts throughout the land
When his mighty race is over and the curtains 'round him fall...
It'll carry him back to dixie on the Wabash Cannon Ball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she comes down the mountains through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobos call
Yeah he’s racing through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball